Freedom from pain, freedom from death.
Rampancy, range, rein, rights.
Every dream is lost.
Every soul in search of light.
Dreams and hopes for a better future disappear.
Outer and inner freedom no longer stands in ones hands.
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, daughters, sons, aunt and uncles are lost in a ocean awaiting with great hunger.
4 comments:
I like the way you wrote your poem. ITs very strong> NICe job
I was going to write my poem like this but...I didn't.
Good job!
I like your poem.
I LIKE THE "E" AND THE "M"-YOU CAN TELL THEYRE TALKING ABOUT CUBA...AWW POOR LITTLE COUNTRY**
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